She’d watched men and women extol organizing hacks by the dozen. There was nothing you couldn’t organize. A sock draw, a refrigerator, your ladles and whatnot. They said corral, stack, suspend from hooks like they were possessed.
She jerked open the drawer full of storage containers she had bought over the years.
Time for a reverie, she felt. She gathered some fruit and began to pare, peel, and dice. It was loving work. She topped it off by going for the box that she felt closest to.
Her eyes darted as they searched for its lid.
Looking for some logic. Straining through her memory. Yes, she loved this box and lid. They were gay and synced with perfection.
She felt accomplished and whole as she put the box of ready, healthy snacks in the fridge and threw away the refuse.
How wholly rounded off this small task was.
If only everything were just as simple.
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